You bet. Not only is he an "award-winning" lensman, he's also a Nashville music studio owner who has worked with some of Nashville's ... uh ...hold on....well ... I guess he owns a mixing board or something....and he and Mongrel went to Basel and "made deals" ... uh...

You bet. Not only is he an "award-winning" lensman, he's also a Nashville music studio owner who has worked with some of Nashville's ... uh ...hold on....well ... I guess he owns a mixing board or something....and he and Mongrel went to Basel and "made deals" ... uh...

Quite so. In the very small world of TeeVee wartche shills, there are few, and perhaps none, like Dim. He claimed, at least, to have a life outside of conning the elderly and simps out of their miserable pittances of income. There were some, like Jawbone, who was an overgrown man-child who had a long history of the short con--indeed, it was impossible to think of him doing anything but screaming, whining, and grifting. Then there was Mongo, who was literally nothing but a boozehound, an absurd loser who's high point in life was showing up on a third-rate "network", selling shit that nobody with two brain cells to rub together would have bought.

But Dim was different; he rubbed elbows with Nashville celebrities--assuming Nashville has any celebrities--recording their records, and sometimes heading out to whereabouts unknown and photographing seals and eagles and shit. Indeed, to the average Geek, it was like Dim was taking time off from something Very Important to sell them Sturhling Originals and Invicters. It was like he was saying, well, I have some time between traveling to Upper Volta to photograph a buzzard and laying down some great, award winning tracks of country music, so I'll stoop to selling this fucking shit.